the mad butcher

Because Burns said he expected to see this in a blog, here you go :)

This week my job takes me to two places actually. I am working at the Bank of McCrory, in the small town of McCrory Arkansas - population 1800. Seeing as how there are no hotels - not even motels - in this little town, we are staying in Searcy, Arkansas (pronounced SUR see, says wikipedia - this made me laugh) which has a population of 20,000, 33 miles away.
In the small town of McCrory, there are not many lunch options. The only chain restaurant is Subway - which one would think to be good. Problem is that after sitting in Subway for lunch, we come out smelling like subway, and you may have never realized it before but smelling like Subway is seriously not cool! not to mention, going back to our sauna of a conference room, let's just say it gets even worse! There is also a buffet in town which, if you can handle the holes in the walls (which might make you wonder other things about the place in general), is supposedly okay. there's also a pizza place, but one can only eat pizza and not gain a million pounds so many times. oh, and then there's Rhonda's dairy place. well. there USED to be Rhonda's dairy place - it is no longer open, as someone committed suicide there last week. yikes. seriously. So today I decided to visit the local supermarket and pick up a lean cuisine (assuming they sold these). The beauty of it is that the local supermarket is called the Mad Butcher, as seen in the picture. my main thought is this: imagine growing up in McCrory, the Mad Butcher is all you've ever known. One day, you move to a bigger city and upon arriving, needing to go to the supermarket, you ask your neighbor "where's the nearest mad butcher?". Priceless moment? i think so. so here's to McCrory and the great memories of the mad butcher.